Whist made his way from Lady WIndrunner's presence and slipped through the crowded streets of Dalaran, preoccupied with the task at hand. His thoughts wondered as he ducked and dodged around the many adventurers who had come north seeking fortune. When he reached his destination, which seemed to take longer than it should, the guards of the Silver Enclave welcomed him and granted him access to the open plaza where shimmering portals rippled a silvery color as they hovered a few feet above the ground. Whist ascended the stars to the upper part of the Inn where he purchased some of the special Dalaran brewed Green Mint Tea for his sister, knowing that she would enjoy it.
He felt an odd presence as he made his way back to the plaza. Once there, he noticed a young human woman, she was wearing plate armor that seemed to shimmer with a holy light. She had been moving towards the portals when she saw him out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at him for a few seconds then took the portal she had been standing in front of to Darnassus. Whist puzzled over the look of the woman for a moment and couldn't help but wonder if that was a friend of his sister Arlya, the paladin that he had heard her talk about.
"Hm, if she is in Darnassus for any amount of time, I may have to ask about that. I should warn Arlya about the rogue Forsaken too," Whist spoke to himself as he made his way down the stairs to the portal. He touched the glowing gateway, the familiar tightness in his body seemed to squeeze the air out of him as he was whisked to the Moon Temple in front of the central fountain that he knew all too well, as he was released from the teleportation spell, he almost collided with the paladin he had seen moments before.
"Hey! Watch it!" Whist snapped at the bulky metal that he just slammed into. Callina spun around and stared at him with a grim look on her face and glared at him with furious blue eyes.
She hissed at him, "Quiet elf, there's something very wrong here." Slowly, the paladin turned her attention away from Whist again and her gaze made its way up the ramp to where the priestesses of Elune where. Carefully, she motioned to the Hunter and Whist followed. He quietly drank the potion of truth his Shan'do had given him. He felt its power working.
'This is obviously a potion that Rhonin made.' He thought to himself. It tasted sweet, like fresh picked berries on an early spring day. As they ascended ramp Whst watched the priestesses as they greeted the paladin warmly. She discreetly returned the welcomes but kept her mind fixated on the evil presence she had sensed before.
Callina's heightened sense darkness within the temple led her to the highest tier within the interior of the temple where High Priestess Whisperwind. As they approached the tier, Callina bowed before the Priestess that stood on the outer reaches of the circle that Tyrande was in. In clumsy but passable Darnassian, she spoke low, "Pardon this intrusion Priestess, but i fear that the High Priestess is in grave danger."
Whist was surprised that this human was able to speak so well in Darnassian. It sounded rough, as if she hadn't practiced for awhile, but it seemed that she had worked hard to be able to communicate in the native tongue of the Night Elves. As his thoughts trailed off for only a second until he was brought back by the voice of the High Priestess greeting him.
"Whist! What excellent timing! I see you also brought Callina, Arlya has told me so much about you!" High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind moved to embrace him and he gently returned it. Glad that she was still alive and well.
"I want you to meet the newest Ambassador from the Kirin Tor!" Whist exchanged a questioning glance with the paladin as Tyrande turned away to pull forward a beautiful young human who could not be more than an Adept right out of the academy.
"My lady, im not sure about any..." Whist looked back at Lady Whisperwind and his eyes felt as though someone had just stabbed them. This caused him to blink several times and when his eyes opened for the last time, he didn't see the Adept, but rather a forsaken. His right hand twitched and a silver throwing knife appeared in his palm.
"Paladin, protect her!" Whist yelled as he threw himself between the forsaken and the priestess. bringing the knife up, he stabbed the Forsaken in the chest before pushing it back against the railing of the balcony. With the knife sticking out of the chest of the undead, its mouth opened wide with mocking laughter. Whist's hand twitched again and another knife appeared, this one flew true as he threw it into the open mouth of the undead.
The laugh was cut short with a gurgling of blood dripping down its throat as Callina rushed forward, her body engulfed by light as she weaved together a hammer of pure righteousness above the abomination before them. Thrusting her hand out, she clenched her hand into a fist which caused the hammer to fall upon her adversary. Its head dissolved into ash as the body stumbled backwards and over the edge of the balcony.
After they heard the thud on the ground below them, Callina twirled and dropped to a knee before the High Priestess. Her left hand rested on the ground, the other on her knee, she spoke in Darnassian, "My sincerest apologies High Priestess, we did not mean to be so rough with you. However, I sense there is still an evil presence somewhere near by." The High Priestess breathed deep and placed a hand on the paladin's shoulder.
"Please, rise Paladin." She said and waiting for Callina to comply. Once Callina was standing, Tyrande continued with slight anger evident in her voice, "Go, seek out those who would dare deceive the High Priestess of Elune and show them the power of the Light!"
"My name is Callina, a member of the Silver Hand and Argent Crusade." Bowing, she turned on her heel strode past Whist and the other priestesses. Whist smiled and nodded to Tyrande and went to follow the paladin. When he caught to her, he gave her a mischievous smile "I am Whist Evermoon, mercenary and bounty hunter."